Page 68 of Love Lessons

He kissed his way up Landon’s ribs and then slowly wrapped each arm. He took his time appreciating each muscle and tendon, the shape of his bones under his skin, until everything was covered from his shoulders to his wrists.

It was simple, but beautiful, seeing his shimmery, immobilized starfish all laid out for him.

At some point, Landon’s breath had slowed and evened out. Dustin placed one palm over his chest to feel it. His heart rate was slow, and that gave Dustin a certain type of pride, too.

He was tempted to ask for a color, but he got the sense that it would rip Landon out of wherever he was floating. His face looked calm. His fingers and toes were pink. This was just where Dustin would need to trust himself to read the signs.

He pulled his hand back and Landon let out a soft sigh.

Now it was time to play. He waited a few beats, wanting Landon to sink into the nothing feeling before he touched him again.

Then, he ran one fingernail lightly down the side of Landon’s ribs. Landon moaned. A beautiful, broken moan.

Fuck. That responsiveness was intoxicating. He’d given blowjobs to people who hadn’t reacted that strongly.

He pinched a nipple and Landon howled. God he was gorgeous, his breath rapid and desperate now.

Dustin pulled back, waiting for him to quiet. When he did, Dustin scratched deeply into that place just above his ribs, and Landon screamed.

Dustin actually put a hand to his own cock, afraid that he might come just from watching Landon’s responses.

He didn’t know how long he continued like that, weaving an unpredictable path between Landon’s cock, sides, and nipples and pausing in between so that each touch was a fresh revelation.

At last, though, Landon’s breath had sped up into a constant pattern of low moans, and Dustin didn’t think he could wait any more either.

Kneeling between Landon’s legs, he jerked himself off. When he came, it was explosive, like his whole body and soul were set free. He planted his fists on the bed, breathing heavily, as he let the effects shake through him.

The sight of his hot cum dripping down Landon’s shaft was almost enough to make him hard again. He was breathing right over it, and Landon was making sweet, frantic mewling noises.

Using his own cum as a lubricant, he started stroking Landon, then added his mouth at the tip.

It took only a moment before Landon was spilling onto his tongue. Broken cries poured from Landon’s lips and the sound was glorious.

He just held Landon’s soft cock for a moment, feeling close and connected.

He still needed to get him out of all this, though, and he wasn’t sure what the best way was to go about it.

He decided to start with the blindfold. Landon blinked up at him, even his eyes moving slowly as he floated back up from wherever he’d been. He looked utterly relaxed and very happy.

That gave Dustin a lot of clues for the next part. He worked slowly, cutting through the cellophane a bit at a time, listening for Landon’s sighs as each new area was exposed. When a whole arm or leg was done, he massaged along it and moved Landon’s limbs to fold at the joints.

He wadded up the enormous ball of plastic to throw away, and then freshened Landon up with the disposable wipes. In addition to the cum, he’d gotten a little sweaty, and Dustin didn’t want him falling asleep that way.

Landon seemed to float through it all, sighing softly sometimes, but otherwise just letting all of the sensations wash over to him. Probably, Dustin thought, this was subspace or something near it.

At last, he crawled into bed, pulling Landon’s head onto his chest. Landon nuzzled into him, and eventually shifted a bit to swing one knee over his leg and hold him tighter.

Dustin stroked his hair until he drifted off to sleep.

Chapter 13

Landon

Something was touching Landon’s shoulder and he blinked open his eyes. His room was filled with light, so it was plenty late in the morning, but he just wanted to go back to sleep. He felt awful. Exhausted and cranky and indefinably sad.

The touch came at his shoulder again, a gentle stroking motion that felt too gentle and made him want to cry.

He squeezed his eyes closed, but the stroking turned into a light shake, and he finally opened his eyes.